AMALGAMATED MEMOIRS

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AMALGAMATED MEMOIRS..!


We’d part only to meet again,
The wackiest of all, utterly insane,
A flock of crazy neurotic mates,
Sardonic sighs and exquisite tastes,
Haven’t we really grown up now,
Give it a thought to wonder how.

What will it be I’d miss the most,
Those birthday decors when we were the hosts,
The hostel nights, the crazy fights,
The coffee breaks, the munchy flakes,
The noodle hours, the junky jars,
The messy racks, we sulked to clean,
The HOOLIGAN LAND, in short I mean.

The ghar ka khana, the sequence of nahana,
The multi cuisine treats jab shimla jana,
When minors dawned, our books would haunt,
Those sleepless nights, the midnight heights,
Those feedback blues, the study hues,
A lifetime shared in our hostel years,
So much to cherish, memories and cheers!

When we had come to this less known land,
Unexpectedly thou we held our hands,
Here’s still a year that comes ahead,
The days would pass so quickly instead,
Facets that life will get to show,
And time to WORK with friends and foe.

In spite of every different direction,
We’d always have an intersection,
When distance gets you far apart,
You only got to look in your heart,
Not kiddies’ years but the threshold now,
Beautifully threaded is our friendship somehow!!!!!